the handsome lying bastard

promised me the world

in his smooth Irish drawl

he drenched me in dribble

whispering in my ear bibble, bibble

a show on Broadway

a stroll round Central Park

back to the hotel on 5th Avenue

for a night of love and romance

it sounded so perfect…

instead we ended up

in an Irish bar listening

to a band called the Pogues on Us

and some bloke who fancied himself

as Seamus Heaney

he enjoyed the craic with his mates

me, i stared at the remains

of a cheap whisky

lingering in the corner of my glass

fairytale of New York?

more like an empire of nightmares

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